Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
NOT
Give me your white only, your rich,
Your ignorant masses wishing to spread hate,
The biggot lands of your exclusionist shores
Send these, the different, misunderstood, away from me.
I lift my lamp beside the exit door.
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